It Wants To Be Born Into This World

The voice was rapturous, excited. Lois Lane shivered, knowing then that Blaze must be in the grips of some kind of madnesses...and still more of the tentacle pulled itself out of the reporter's snatch, the second tentacle pushing past, threatening to burst her pussy.

"You are too small a gate for it to drag the totality of itself through. It wants to leave a part of itself...to anchor itself here..." The shemale murmured. Lois could see the tentacle writhe as it traveled down the length of the demon's shaft, distorting the skin of the crimson cock.

"...in you."

Lois Lane's eyes shot wide as she felt the second tentacle press against her undefended anus.

"You have to be fucking kidding me," she breathed. "That's insane! It can't...I mean, that's my...erk!"

The reporter's protest was cut short as the slimy tip slipped effortlessly into her ass. She sucked air at the sudden invasion, surprised that there wasn't...well, more pain. Lois had always imagined anal sex as hurting. Maybe it was the slimness of the tentacle, or the slime coating it acting as lube...

"Your body responds, welcoming Yog-Sothoth. He is the gate and the key to the gate, all are one in Yog-Sothoth...male and female, the perfect hermaphrodite...you should feel honored."

Lois didn't feel honored. She felt exhausted, her whole crotch aflame, pussy being slowly pulled out as more and more of the tentacles emerged from inside of her, coiling around Blaze's cock and squirming deeper inside of Lois' ass, the slowly widening tentacle pushing her ass apart. It wasn't hurting yet, but it was uncomfortable...like being fucked while giving birth, all at the same time—and the reporter didn't know when or where it would end.

She couldn't fight it. Couldn't squeeze the muscles in her pussy or ass hard enough to stop the constant stimulation of the tentacles pushing past, couldn't let go of the strange rocky altar she found herself on, couldn't cease her screams of unwilling pleasure into the void when her traitor body climaxed...and her only way to track the passage of time was feeling her ass slowly dilate, until it felt obscenely stretched, a ring of fire that felt it could easily pass a baseball...

The reporter, weary beyond endurance, fighting to keep her eyes open, couldn't even see the lower half of Blaze now. The shemale's entire body was writhing with tentacles, some of them moving beneath the skin. Lois distinctly saw things squirm inside the demon's breasts, like dark veins crawling of their own accord.

"The stars are right," she whispered. "It is coming...in you..."

Lois stared down at herself...the lower part of her abdomen was distended obscenely, not in the manner of pregnancy, but because of the mass of tentacles emerging from the mouth of her womb. The tentacles pouring from her paused in their constant motion....and Lois felt something then, a kind of terrible anticipation. Beneath the skin of her belly, there was a kind of glow, shining through the flesh...and Lois Lane had a terrible premonition that all of this was just preparation for what was about to begin.